The Mire کے بول

We call out to you from this mire Of no love and wrong desires Our path to self realization Lead to the soul's annihilation With hearts like holes We wander in confusion Our famished souls Wallow in delusions A roar and we all fall No chain restrains the beast We have entered an abyss The old speech of tongues now Heretic's gospels best unsung All values broken down Into bitter frowns Your spine stoops Then a crack A whip wielded by ones greed It can't be held back In the mire, in the mire Beckoning fortune Your pot of gold No sense, no direction You lost your soul To the mire You lost it all To the mire